(Buckhead, Georgia, United States) Kaldur was Waiting for Patience On His Motorbike. Patience Was His Girlfriend, She Was A Psychic. She didn't exactly know about it, but he did, He was The Last of The Pagan Gods After All, What With His Father Being Baldur, and his Mother Kali, He'd Inherited Their Powers, and Gotten a Few of his Own. He and Patience had Be...
********** CHAPTER THREE Our first day of interviewing witnesses and a parade of increasingly dubious suspects was quite uneventful, and wholly unproductive. Even with a bit of subtle magical nudging, giving myself a heavy duty 'Trust charm', so that strangers would tend to like and trust me, right from our first meeting, didn't turn up anything particularl...
*************** CHAPTER EIGHT I should have been a bit alarmed that we all had quite slept for nearly twelve hours straight, without anyone waking us once the needed information had been gathered, but it was quite accurate that we had all been quite dead on our feet last evening. Now, fairly well recovered from her ordeal, Bel had a bit more life in herself...
Chapter 5: Anne Re-Pays her Debt It was almost two months later when I got a phone call from Anne; she had been sunning herself at an exclusive resort. She was sorry she had not spoken to me earlier. I was magnanimous, I understood. Anne needed me and she would not say what for. I suspected that she was setting up a belated congratulations and thank you par...
I returned home from work to find yet another manila envelope with a Milwaukee cancellation in my mailbox. Thinking back on the previous photographic surprises I had found inside similar envelopes sent from Milwaukee, I smiled greatly. Once inside, I made a pot of coffee, then sat at the table with the mail, reading a letter from a longtime friend and sort...
Amanda let Carol lead her and Wendy through the house, pointing out antiques and other items of obvious pride or sentimental stature among all the furnishings and decorations. Graciously acknowledging the presentations while limiting her own questions and comments seemed to Amanda to be the best way to expedite the tour and allow her to get back to Sean. W...
Amanda's knees are a miraculous thing, see. Most men might well overlook 'em, but that's no excuse not to grant their perfection. See, Amanda's the kind of girl, fresh out of high school, 19 or 20 years old, long dishwater blonde hair she wears in a ponytail, who'd cause any man a moment's pause and all, but not all would notice her knees. She works at the...
How did I get to here? I'll have to go back to then. Eighteen and still inexperienced. A tall awkward boy who desperately needed to lose his innocence. Well actually I had already lost that due to the chance discovery of hardcore in my brothers bedroom - he was at college and I was playing his records - cool. The Clash, Stranglers, Elvis Costello - a goo...
She slid below me like a minor third. It seemed almost accidental. A bit of serendipity. Happenstance. We'd met at a pop-up sculpture exhibit on the roof of a brewpub in the post-artsy, post-post-industrial part of town. The summer heat was unbearable; the guests bathed themselves with hand towels dipped in the melting ice keeping the drinks cool. I couldn...
You are someone that has made a habit when bored to browse the less popular, junk, or unheard apps on the app store for fun. Often enough these apps are downloaded once or twice if they are even that lucky only to get taken down by some guy trying to strike it rich who has lost hope. Not exactly the most exciting thing to do but it helps the hour on the trai...